Yesterday, in a therapy group, somebody asked this question:
Using one word, what makes life worth living?
Somebody replied, “Love.” Somebody said, “Learning.” I said, “Everything,” which I thought might be cheating, but people didn’t think so. We noticed that nobody said “Money.”
Then, last night, after many hours of shopping and trekking all over the South Shore of Boston in preparation for my trip to Scotland on Saturday, I discovered that my wallet was missing. Suddenly, life seemed very difficult (although still worth living). Michael suggested we retrace our steps and that I also call the Target Store in Braintree, which was about to close in fifteen minutes. I was almost positive that my wallet was not at Target, but I called anyway.
Here’s the phone conversation:
Me: I was at your store earlier tonight and I’m missing my wallet. I was wondering if anybody turned it in.
Customer Service Representative: What does it look like?
Me: It’s mostly red and black. It’s made from recycled billboards.
Customer Service Representative: Is there a name on cards?
Me: Ann Koplow.
Customer Service Representative: Yes. It’s here.
I think the word “Yes” can make life worth living. Or, at least, less of a hassle.
Let’s see if my photos from yesterday include anything that makes life worth living.
Just so you know, I took all of yesterday’s photos before I knew that my wallet had been lost or found.
Here’s what comes up on YouTube, over and over again, in response to “What Makes Life Worth Living.”
I am ending this post with one word: “Thanks.”
